Wolf Pack- book one

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In the beginning was a
valley. This valley was as long as the British Isles, from Land's
end to John O'Groats. It was as wide as Shetland, from Sumbrough
Head to Hermaness. The mountains on either side were sometimes as
steep as a slide. The beautiful pine trees clung on for dear
life. In the heart of the valley was a lake the size of Yell. In
the middle of the lake was an island no bigger than the Ness of
Hillswick.

There was a river that led
from the lake into the sea on the other end of the valley. The
other end was blocked by a huge mountain that soared above the
others. Its name was Mount King.

Between the lake and Mount
King was a huge forest. Between the sea and the lake was a huge
plain with a few forests. In this plain was deer, wild horses,
wolves, foxes, bears, wild boar, reindeer in the higher parts, a
mixture of birds and insects and rabbits and hares.

This story is about a pack
of wolves who must fight for their lives and the lives of all in
the valley.

The alpha male wolf was
grey with beautiful eyes. His name was Curly. He lay outside a
huge mound of earth that served as a den. Other members of his
pack lay closer to the river a few metres away.

Curly was protecting his
mate, Vala, because she was given birth. She had been in there
for a few nights.

There was a growl and a
whimper from inside the den, and Curly growled.

The story-teller of the
pack, an old male called Tratto, sat beside Curly. His muzzle was
streaked with grey-white, and he had a weariness over him.

" Tratto, will she be
alright?" whispered Curly. His eyes showed anxiousness.

Tratto lay down and
answered, " I hope so."

Curly thought about his
cubs they had last year. Only two survived, a male and a
female.

The male was dark grey,
and was called Fenris. His sister was a lighter grey and was
called Freya. They were playing by the river with Curly's sister
Keekee, who was a beauty. She had gorgeous grey fur, streaked
with black and a white belly.

That night Freya, Fenris,
Curly, Tratto and another wolf called Caramel, who was grey and
brown, lay outside, waiting.

The next morning Freya
woke to see her mother just coming out of the den. Her father lay
asleep outside.

Freya got up and bounded
over to her mother. Vala looked exhausted.

" Mother!" yelped Freya.
Her cry made Curly wake.

" Can I see them?" he
asked. Vala led him into the den and in a roughly made nest lay
three cubs. One was a light colour, and the other two were
darker, like their brother Fenris. One of them had a white mark
on its forehead.

" What are they?"
whispered Curly. Vala grinned.

" The light one is a
female. The others are male." she lay down in an arc shape and
they squabbled over her teats. They suckled greedily.

They lay there together,
grooming the little ones, until dusk. Then Vala said, " what
shall we call them?"